Creative and Bookish


August 2016

The Expert Heart


Expert at facing enormous grief

The heart behaves as a coral reef

Standing in the way of crashing waves

Accommodating Nature in its enclaves

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Deceptive Heart


With the inconsistent beat

The heart is ever ready to cheat

To take away the soul from heat

To give it a breathtaking treat

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The Watching Clock


The watching clock with its hands wiping its face continuously

To remove any signs of anguish and torment sinuously

Constantly waiting for the masked to show his learning

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Jeopardized Butterfly


The butterfly jeopardized her soul for survival

Giving power to her wings waiting for the savior’s arrival

It looked towards the stars staring at her as a rival

She was not one of them and not even a tribal

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Eyes of Nature


The sun and the moon

Delegates of Nature’s boon

Are not interested to commune

Considering each other lampoon

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Calling All Poets/Creative Minds to A Grand Collaboration – Poets for Peace

image copyright neha 2016                       Hello Everyone, This collaboration is initiated by my talented friend Michael (M. Zane McClell…

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Whispering Sea and Moon…


The sea and the moon quite close together

 Whispering to each other, try not to bother

The faraway stars who attempt rather

To overhear their harmonious chatter

But they fail in the struggle, no matter.

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How can there be a ghost?



Grace, sitting near the window on her bed, was trying to learn an answer from her school book quite late at night. She was around nine or ten years old having a lot of imaginations and fantasies in her head. As it was quite late, she saw all of her siblings sleeping nearby and tried hard to focus on her book. She was studying as her exams were quite near and she developed a habit of studying late at night. Her continuous struggle to focus on the book was repeatedly interrupted by her troublesome mind. She looked up, it was 3 ’o’clock. She tried to move the curtain covering the window a little to peep outside the window.

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Oh Sea!


Oh sea, carry me to your core

Make me yours and I want no more.

I won’t be like your waves for sure

Who always love to runaway for shore

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